The Narnian Elf Princess

I changed some things in this chapter.

Chapter 2: Dream of truth

Rain.

It had to rain on this specific day. I sighed and sat by the window with Lucy as we were lost in a daze. For something elusive on the water drops just held a dreary atmosphere. Although, to me, I just wanted to go out and play in the rain. It had been a week since the Pevensies had stay due to the air raid and the girls and I became friends fast. We literally had fun playing, even with our differenced. I mean, from Lucy innocent game to Susan conversation while braiding hair. We were planning on having a girl's picnic, if it weren't for the rain.

"Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar... Come on," Susan said aloud from the oxford dictionary. She came up with this uneventful game of guessing the origin of specific words. "Peter. Gastrovascular."

Peter sighed on the lounge, not interested in the game as the rest of us. "Is it Latin?"

"Yes." Susan answered.

"Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"? " Edmund announced sarcastically in a fun way which Peter and I snickered. Susan held an annoyed face before shutting her dictionary.

"We could play hide and seek?" Lucy suggested walking up to Peter and lean against the chairs arm rest.

"But, we're already having so much fun!" Peter said.

Lucy grabbed her older brother's hand shaking it. I couldn't help but smiled at her innocent antics. How she can hold Peter on a leash with her puppy dog eyes. "Please, please, please?"

Peter sighed, "One...two...three...four..."

"The games afoot!" I said, causing everyone to quicken their pace to escape the library quick to find a hiding spot.

I couldn't help but watch Peter walked to the mantel and covered his eyes before leaving. Now, to find a hiding spot and fast! Guess I am the lucky person in the bunch, for I know this manor from the back of my hand. I started running towards the spare room on the second floor where the wardrobe has stayed vacant. However, once I reached the steps, I found Lucy enter the spare room. I chuckled a laugh and decided to go outside in the sun room. It was practically vacant during this weather. So quickly I ran down stairs and hide it the sunroom.

"Eight four, eighty five..." Peter's voice could be heard.

I examine the room to find a hiding spot. There was hardly and closet or cabinetry to hide, so I went for the more allusive. Hiding behind a large pillar that was near the glass wall next to the window. Let's hope the mind sets tricks on Peter than his distinctive eyes. I sat down behind the pillar, bringing my legs to my chest and wait.

"Ready or not here I come!" Peter shouted.

I snickered and set my attention towards the rain. It was one a many ways to calm down and think. I closed my eyes; to listen to the splashes in water finding a rhythm before humming a certain melody. Lucky enough it wasn't a storm or I wouldn't find the cadence. The rain fell while I teased the fabric of my skirt content in the familiar tune. Father always called me dreamer, as he told me fairytale of another world called Narnia. Ruled by a great King Aslan; though he wasn't human, no he was a great wild lion.

Father told me stories of his adventures in Narnia, how he and Polly Plummer to witness the birth of this Magnificent lands. Their adventures starting with the magical rings given by Grand Uncle Andrew, transporting them into the lands of Charn: awaking the evil empress Jadis. The Name Jadis always made me shudder with no reason whatsoever, but I always shudder hearing that one fictional character name. Anyway, the three of them return to London only Jadis cause a lot of commotion. That Digory, Polly, and Uncle Andrew, along with the help of a Cab driver name Frank and his horse Strawberry, were magically transported by Aslan. To witness the birth of Narnia, however Jadis tried to claim reign, but Aslan refused banishing her to the north. Digory apologized in bringing her and asked Aslan if he could help his ill mother. He mentions that Aslan told him to seek the Golden apple that was part of the tree of protection, but he must go alone. Digory did so only to confront with Jadis who tried to trick him to eat but Father was clever and said no. I don't know what happen after that, but once the apple was planted, the Tree of protection was born and shields the dark witch away. The apple was also used to heal grandmother. My favorite part in the story was when he and Polly rode on Strawberry, who grew wing and flew into the sky. I always wanted to know what it's like to fly!

Including Polly tells the story on her point of view, how Digory was like. I bet she had fancied him when they were young. I closed my eyes to image what Narnia would be like. I even remember going to the upstairs Wardrobe in the spare room dazing at its elusive carvings. Father said that the wood was made from the children of the Tree of Protection. When I was a little girl, I used to hide in it and snuggle in the old musty fur coats. I don't know why, but I felt safe in there until falling asleep; only to be taken by father who'll carry me to the kitchen as we split a slice of cake and drink mint coco.

I sighed and closed my eyes to hum a lullaby, not caring about the world around me. Just me, myself, and I: in the imaginative world of Narnia. To think about mythical beings of Centaurs, Fauns, Satyrs, nymphs, dwarves, and many more creature, that were consider legends. They felt so right in Narnia, without a care of their appearances, other than their pride and happiness amongst brother. In a world that was Utopia. Only all fantasies were just that, just dreams of the mind.

"I know you're hiding in here?" Peter said from the hall ways.

I gasped; covering my mouth to mute my breathing. My heart rate increase to the excitement in wondering if Peter would find me or not. The vintage glass doors open, footsteps echo out on the marble floor. Step by step, closer to the stain glass walls. Suddenly it was quiet …to quiet? I refrain myself from moving, cautious if this was a trap. When all of the sudden a hand grabbed me the moment lightning strike! I screamed and stared at the source of the hand to see Peter laughing. I glared at him, standing up and put my hands on my fist.

"That wasn't very nice, Peter Pevensie!" I said.

"Sorry Gwen, I couldn't help it." He snickered.

I rolled my eyes, not believing it. "Well, congratulations you found me."

"One down and three to go," Peter murmured. "By the way, try not humming when hiding. It actually ruins the whole point of the game."

I restrained myself from sticking my tongue at him when I felt a strange shiver down my spine from a warm breeze. It wasn't from chill; however, it felt so familiar. Like when I was thirteen years old? I looked around the room to see where the warm breeze.

"Well, are you coming?" Peter asked.

"Pardon," I replied confused.

"Are you coming," he said. "We still need to find Lucy, Edmund, and Susan."

"Right," I agreed and followed him out of the sunroom.

We search around the first floor, seeing if any of Peter's siblings hid inside the storage closets or any lounging room. We were about to investigate the kitchen when we heard:

"I'm back, I'm back, and it's alright!" Lucy shouted.

Peter looked at me confused as was I. Wasn't Hide and Seek supposed to be quiet until the last person is found or the seeker proclaimed 'Olly olly oxen free? Also the desperation and excitement coming from Lucy voice. It sounded like she was relieved from something terrible? Peter shook his head and we ran quickly upstairs to the second floor corridor, three doors down from the Spare room. Lucy panted with confusion while Edmund shoved his head out.

"You know, I'm not sure if you two have quite gotten the idea of this game!" Peter said.

"But weren't you wondering where I was?" Lucy asked, her confusion deepen.

"That's the point!" Edmund said his attitude a bit harsh for the girl. "That's why he was seeking you!"

"Okay, we don't need a hissy fit," I warned.

"Does this mean I win?" Susan asked, joining the group with victory.

"I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore." Peter told Susan.

"I've been gone for hours," Lucy said.

Hours? The game has been going on for less than ten minutes.

I looked between the siblings and sense an argument was going to happen. So I went towards Lucy side and knelt down, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. If we are working with a child, shouldn't we enjoy the imagination of certainty Lucy was doing. "Lucy… where did you go?"

"To Narnia!" Lucy answered.

But stomach dropped. Did she… did she just say Narnia?

.o0o.

Peter, Susan, and Edmund investigated the wardrobe in the spare room while I stood next to Lucy. I was utterly confused when Lucy said Narnia. I swear that I never told her any Narnian story or any fairytales. So how does a little girl know about Narnia and especially in the wardrobe that holds a fictional attachment to the plot? Susan tapped on the wood inside while Edmund did the same from behind.

"The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe." Susan confirmed, stepping out of the wardrobe.

"One game at a time Lu, we don't all have your imagination." Peter added as the three walked off.

"But, I wasn't imagining!" Lucy whined.

"That's enough," Susan warned.

"Easy on her," I said a bit appalled by her attitude. Susan may act mature doesn't mean she has to go full adult on her baby sister. Lucy looked at me amazed before hugging me since I remained by her side.

"Well I believe you." Edmund announced.

"You do?" Lucy asked surprised.

"Yah, didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the bathroom closet?" Edmund joked.

I would have considered this funny if it weren't for the weeping girl. I just shook my head disappointed from what stood before me. To think, sibling would be a good thing? But I see the cons of the situations. Peter and Susan would agree as they shook their heads.

"Why don't you just stop it, you always have to make everything worse." Peter scolded, "Grow up!"

Edmund face grew red staggering back then charged forward. "Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're not!" as he stormed off.

Susan watched Edmund leave and then glower at Peter. "Well, that was nicely handled!"

With that said she walked away too. Peter seemed upset for a slightest bit.

"But, it was really there…" Lucy whispered.

Peter looked at me and then at Lucy, "Susan's right. That's enough…"

I was offensive in Peter words, watching him leave his weeping sister alone. Lucy stood there fighting back tears as she walked towards the wardrobe and shut the door. I took in a deep breath and grabbed her hand.

"Come now, Lucy," I said with a reassuring smile. "Why don't you tell me about Narnia? I'm intrigued to hear your grand adventures."

"You wouldn't believe me," Lucy pouted.

"On the contrary," I replied. "I practically familiar with Narnia!"

"You know Narnia!" She exaggerated.

We walked into my bed chambers; Lucy shocked expression made me smile a bit. I nodded grabbing a small hairbrush from the vanity and started brushing her short hair. The soft movement made her relaxes some.

"Yes, a lovely place in many stories the Professor told me. About a lion name Aslan." I assure her. "Would you believed me if, I told you that the Professor went to Narnia once?"

"Really?" Lucy asked.

I nodded and started telling her the grand adventures of Diggory Kirkes and Polly Plummer.

.o0o.

Dinner wasn't pleasant, not at all. The dining room was engulfed in silences while the radio played some music. A song called "Oh Johnny oh," or at least that's what the Andrew sisters were singing. Once dinner was finished, there was no agreement to go to the studies for dessert. So we all said good night.

I headed back to my room in need for a bath. Shedding off my clothes and sank into the hot water. I sighed in bliss when I slipped into the hot water, bubbles swaying and shifting as the disturbed water sloshed about. My hair, clang to my skin and float on the foamed water. I leaned back with my arms on the rim of the tub. Heavy rain drops clatter on the window playing its own music. Follow by the fragrance of lavender and vanilla fragrance the air. I was instantly calmed and at peace towards the wonderfully hot bath worked its magic on relaxation.

"Ooh, that feels good." I whispered, closing my eyes yet again. Singing a song in a forgotten language on Polly, Digory and I know from reading Professor J.R.R. Tolkien literature master peace of "Lord of the Rings". Something about the Sindarin language of these elves, how the vocabulary sound soothing. I could never understand how. I was so addicted to it, but I was a fast learner on the language, that I took a lesson, with Tolkien during a college banquet. It was short, but the man was sure intrigue on the pre-anouncing correctly I said. He was fascinated, that during the visit in oxford, we created a poem together; a sad melody song message was sorrow.

Immen dúath caeda
Shadow lies between us

Sui tollech, tami gwannathach omen
as you came, so you shall leave from us

Lû ah alagos gwinnatha bainh
time and storm shall scatter all things

Boe naer gwannathach, annant uich ben-estel
Sorrowing you must go, and yet you are not without hope

An uich gwennen na ringyrn e-mbar han*
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.

Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.
You are not bound to loss and silence.

Boe naid bain gwannathar,
All things must pass away,

Boe cuil ban firitha.
All life is doomed to fade…

.

I shook my head from such thought, getting out of the tub and wrap a fluffy towel around me. Next I stared at my reflection in the mirror. You can say I wasn't like any other girl or an albino, but I looked different compare to others.

Only to describing myself; unique, with a very pale complexion, bobbed golden hair, a widow's peak, sharp grey eyes, and a heart-shaped face. Although, my ears were kind of strange; not so rounded like everyone in the world. For my ears were long with a slight tip, if by all means, very, very sensitive. Father and his students say it was just a recessive trait and not to worry about it. Thought the scholars would say that, along with their flirtatious comment, 'that it must be a sign of being an angel.' Unintentionally, I even attracted the attention of several boys in the village.

I shook my head from silly thoughts, I put on my nightdress and towel, dry my hair. Only too reveal a slight crescent scar. I don't know how I gotten it, but it was small and impossible to see unless you were looking for it. When I touched the scar, it sent shivers down my spine. Compare to other physical markings, this one was by far deviant. For when touched the scar, it felt cold and do I mean cold! As if… there was, a few degrees differences, different compare to the rest of the body. Though, a medical scholar said it look like a piercing attraction. Some sort of a large sharp utensil. Once getting that thought out of the way. I must have stabbed myself in the neck or accidently sliced by a sharp blade when fencing.

"I must be over my head?" I thought aloud.

First the warm breeze that came out of nowhere, like magic and then Lucy, saying she went to Narnia. Either the girl heard the story before or she met Professor Kirks to know it. That is the only logically explanation I could think off. And yet… the wardrobe, it was my refuge and held a connection to the story. The story Lucy heard when I told her this afternoon. Something wasn't right.

Narnia had to be a story!

With that said I went to bed, end of discussion.

.o0o.

I was surrounded by a forest on all sides of me, bleak in midwinter; deep within the depths of trees some of taller than ten feet cover in snow. I was not in England countryside anymore. Noting the pines and ferns as if walking through hallow death lands, where there was a yew tree and not a single sound of life. Not a single hoot of an owl or anything of the nocturnal creatures. Turning around in circles, taking in my surroundings, unable to comprehend this feeling . . . a feeling like, I've been here before; except all's in misery. Suddenly a twig snapped behind me. My instincts heighten, quickly grabbing a sword that hung from my belt as I twisted around, ready to attack in these unfamiliar would if I have to. But fighting was my last thought on my mind when I saw the newcomer. A lion that was always beside me, ". . . Aslan?"

A smile grew upon his face as he stepped forward to me giving a bow, for I did the same a jester we made long ago when I was little. For when Aslan was by my side he sat down, I did the same, curling up to his warmth, to her the great beast heartbeat.

"You have kept me waiting for some time." Aslan murmured.

"I'm sorry," I whisper back, hugging his mane. It has been three years since the last time I saw him in my dreams.

His golden eyes glow against the cold night, feeling the frosty wind kissed my rosy cheeks. Aslan sighed, only to breathe on me, enveloped in magical warmth the very core. I cuddle than ever before to take pleasure upon his rough yet smooth fur.

"Tis not your fault, dear on, but now I must warn you."

"Warn me?" confused of his words.

"Yes my child, it is time for you to return home back to Narnia. For your people need you along with the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. For it is time for your prophecy to be fulfilled."

"I don't understand. What prophecy, Aslan?"

"The one you made in your past life," He sighed "All that you know will come back to you. However, your memories are forever gone, I am sorry."

Not quite understanding his messaged, I hugged him. It was the only thing I could do at this moment. For later, I need to speak with my father when I wake.

'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''';;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

Thanks for reading and leave a review.